Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena (Please Follow, Vote, and Bookmark)

Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena (Please Follow... Vote... and Bookmark)

She raised her eyes, her calm gaze settling on Ling Han. Her ethereal voice rang directly within the depths of his soul:

"Bearer of an unfamiliar Dragon Emperor Bloodline, can you tell me your name?" Her voice was calm, yet carried unquestionable majesty.

Ling Han's heart shook violently. The shock of that fleeting glimpse of the terrifying wound had yet to subside, especially after recognizing it as the fatal injury left by the Asura God. The astonishment in his heart was beyond measure!

He forcefully suppressed his turbulent emotions and tried to maintain his outward composure. Meeting that gaze that seemed able to see through his soul, he said in a deep voice, "Ling Han."

"Ling Han..." Gu Yuena softly repeated the name. Her gaze swept over the phantom of the Ice Hell Dragon Emperor behind him, and a trace of unmistakable surprise and intense interest flashed through her silver eyes.

"My name is Gu Yuena." She spoke slowly, her voice carrying the vast desolation of ages past. "I am one half of the Dragon God after his division—the Silver Dragon King. You may call me Gu Yuena."

Ling Han nodded slightly, a barely perceptible gravity lingering in his tightly furrowed brows.

Gu Yuena's gaze seemed to turn distant, as though it had pierced through time and space and returned to that godly war that had destroyed heaven and earth.

Her voice carried a heaviness and sorrow that sank into the bones, unfolding a tragic scene directly within Ling Han's mind:

"Long ago, the Golden Dragon King and I were one—the Dragon God, ruler of the dragon race and terror of all realms!" Her voice was filled with endless remembrance and pain.

"Yet the gods of the God Realm feared the prosperity of my race and dreaded the Dragon God's might..."

"They... betrayed the covenant!" Gu Yuena's voice suddenly turned cold, like the frigid wind of the Extreme North sweeping across the soul. The surrounding temperature plummeted, and even Di Tian and the other ferocious beasts felt that bone-deep hatred.

When she spoke of betrayal, Ling Han could clearly sense that the Asura God Power leaking from that terrifying wound within her seemed to stir!

"A carefully planned siege... a merciless slaughter!"

"The Dragon God shed blood in the God Realm, his divine body shattered and his dragon soul howled! Countless dragon clansmen were reduced to ashes in that treacherous war... The God Realm stained their divine thrones red with the blood of my dragon race!"

"I... fought desperately out of the encirclement, but my origin was shattered, and I was gravely wounded, forced to slumber here... As for the Golden Dragon King... he was sealed deep within the God Realm, his fate unknown..."

Those sorrowful scenes seemed to lie right before his eyes: stars collapsing, dragon corpses piled like mountains, God Blood dyeing the heavens red, the Dragon God roaring in unwilling fury beneath the gods' joint assault... Especially the phantom of that dark crimson demonic sword that pierced heaven and earth—it perfectly matched the aura of the wound Ling Han had just seen!

Grief, fury, and resonance from the depths of his bloodline, mixed with deep apprehension toward that Asura God Power, surged uncontrollably through Ling Han's heart. Even the phantom of the Ice Hell Dragon Emperor released a low dragon roar filled with sorrow and unyielding battle intent.

Gu Yuena slowly closed her eyes, as though temporarily suppressing that endless pain.

A moment later, she opened them again. Within those shattered silver eyes, beneath the exhaustion, burned an inextinguishable fire of vengeance and a heavy sense of duty.

"This hatred cannot exist beneath the same sky!" Her voice was firm and decisive, every word weighing as heavily as a thousand jun. It was as though she were declaring war upon that unseen Asura God Power!

"How can the blood of the dragon race be shed in vain? How can the souls of dragons remain fallen forever?"

"My injuries are severe, and recovery will take time. Yet reviving the dragon race and demanding repayment of the blood debt from the God Realm is the ambition of my life. Even death ten thousand times would not change it!"

Her gaze focused on Ling Han once more. Her profound eyes held respect for a powerful member of her race, but also the unquestionable resolve and trust of a king:

"Ling Han, you bear such an ancient and powerful Dragon Emperor Bloodline. You are one who shares the fate of my dragon race, an indispensable force of our kind!"

"I, Gu Yuena, in the name of the Silver Dragon King, invite you..."

"To stand alongside me, hand in hand with the countless soul beast brethren of the Star Dou Great Forest!"

"To resist the God Realm together, reclaim the lost glory of our race, and demand repayment for that endless blood debt!"

Her voice was not loud, yet it was like a war drum proclaiming destiny, resounding within the souls of Ling Han and every ferocious beast!

An unparalleled presence belonging to the sovereign of the dragon race, along with a will for vengeance, swept through the entire space beneath the lake like an invisible storm!

A fanatical light burst from Di Tian's molten-gold vertical pupils as he dropped to one knee!

Bi Ji, Zi Ji, Xiong Jun, Wan Yao Wang, Scarlet King... every ferocious beast was shaken to the core!

Gu Yuena's gaze remained tightly fixed upon Ling Han. Within those deep silver eyes were candor and a clear boundary:

"Of course, the choice is yours. Whether you accept or refuse..."

"Since you bear such a Dragon Emperor Bloodline, you will forever be a member of my dragon race. I will not blame you for it."

Her tone abruptly turned cold, carrying the icy edge of a king:

"But..."

"I also do not wish to see you, one day in the future... standing against me with such pure Dragon Bloodline."

The air seemed to freeze instantly. The weight of history, the blood-deep hatred, the injury left by a god king, the trust of a king, the choice of the future... all of it pressed down upon Ling Han's shoulders in an instant.

The terrifying aura of the Asura God Power seemed to still linger before his eyes.

Ding! A critical choice mission has been triggered: Dragon Alliance!

Option One: Accept the invitation of Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena, join the alliance, resist the God Realm together, and revive the dragon race.

Rewards:
1. The initial trust and support of the Silver Dragon King and the Star Dou Great Forest (available resources).

2. 1000 Summoning Points.

3. First Soul Ring lifespan increased to ten thousand years.

Option Two: Politely decline the alliance and leave alone.

Rewards: None.

Host, please choose carefully!

Ling Han fell silent.

Pros: An alliance with the Silver Dragon King, the support of the Star Dou Great Forest, and powerful assistance against the forces of the God Realm in the future.

This was practically the strongest backing he could access at present! Moreover, they were both dragons, connected by bloodline, so it seemed they naturally had a foundation for alliance.

Cons: He would be dragged into god-level conflict too early, and the risks were impossible to estimate! Gu Yuena was gravely injured, and her recovery remained far in the future.

The strength of the gods of the God Realm was unfathomable. Once he chose a side, he would become the God Realm's enemy completely, with no way back! His current strength was like that of an ant in a confrontation of this level.

Time seemed to stretch on. In the end, every complex emotion in his eyes was replaced by the resolve of one who had seen the road ahead clearly. He needed no grand oath. He looked directly into Gu Yuena's profound silver eyes, his voice clear and unwavering, like the simplest promise:

"I can help you."

"To resist the God Realm together."

Ding! The host has chosen: Option One! Accepted the invitation of Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena!

Mission: Dragon Alliance, completed! Distributing rewards...

At last, a faint ripple appeared on Gu Yuena's breathtakingly beautiful face, whose calm had remained unchanged since ancient times, like a subtle wave spreading across a frozen lake. She nodded slightly, and relief softened her ethereal voice:

"Good."

"Ling Han, welcome."